Monday, December 31, 2018

Poetry: A GRID ON THE RIVER


A GRID ON THE RIVER
Lord
Founder and Sole Owner
So
serpentine Leopold
styled himself
laying claim to
an ancient heritage never laid up for him and his ilk
Heart of stone made
glad by the abundance of rubber sap
tongue sharper than ivory tusk
rammed by Force Publique
through innumerable guts
Man woman child
none spared in his quest to put fence
in the jungle and grid
on the river
Thinking he could stay the flow
of mighty Congo
the blood of 10 million
courses through
and will not wash out
blotting oceans
and staining northern shores
where evil
spineless men
heard of the distant horrors
and played deafdumbblind
and yet
they called us
Monkeys
Dunces
spineless men



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